Ritterson's Quarters

The room was a bit smaller than an average person's room, barely having enough space for him and his gear. Still, Bass found no problem with such a room, for it had a bed, and that was all that mattered to him.

"And I get one with a real mattress and pillow, not potato sacks filled with god-knows-what," he heaved a satisfied sigh as he dropped his gear on the floor and sank on the bed, letting himself drift into sleep.

Bass jerked his head repeatedly, as though shaking off the sleep from his system. He then opened one of his boxes and threw a small can at Showa. "Bloody excellent kick, good flavour too," he said while opening up a can of his own. "Practically lived off that thing for days prior to coming here." He took one long swig, ending it with a satisfied gasp.

Showa catches the can and opens it, taking a long sip and sighing contently. "Aaah...! Now that's the stuff! I applied for a job at Hinanawi Nursery as a teacher. Hopefully, I can teach Pokemon battling. And where exactly DID you live? You lived in a house, last I recall. And, have you gotten any signs of my lab, even though it was purged?"

Still sitting on the edge of his bed, Bass hangs his head while heaving a sigh. "Based on Basil's memory, everything seems to be destroyed," he grunted, taking another long swig of the caffeinated beverage. "After replacing his spot of existence, I've been on the move, setting up camp everywhere."

Still sitting on the edge of his bed, Bass hangs his head while heaving a sigh. "Based on Basil's memory, everything seems to be destroyed," he grunted, taking another long swig of the caffeinated beverage. "After replacing his spot of existence, I've been on the move, setting up camp everywhere."